Saturday, September 21, 2024

when I make you laugh, you make me cry(Arnold Melleby, 09.22.2024)

remember to forget

if you have a memory

forget this


if it makes any sense

any sense at all

mountains are meant to be climbed, conquered and put back down on the ground

just like love can not hide

rivers running through her soul


when I make you laugh

you make me cry


if it makes any sense

any sense at all

just like the sky always looks down on us

there ain`t nothing between us

that love can hide


and that`s why

when I make you laugh

you make me cry


as memory forgot to forget

I am wondering

have you gotten there yet?


and that`s why

when I make you laugh

you make me cry


accidents happen for a reason

good fortune does not





Thursday, September 19, 2024

a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams(Arnold Melleby, 09.19.2024)

 a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams(Arnold Melleby, 09.19.2024)


flood me

so I can come up, and breathe

wake up, morning star

the devil`s treat

comes through easy venom

a little bite

is all it takes


dressed in nothing but a cigarette

lit up by the moon

draped in a sky as it has never been seen

by others

apart from the ones

that ended up in a shallow grave

far away from Texas


a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams

is what I am

a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams

is what I have become


I ain`t no crowd-pleaser

but little do they know

I slowly died that night

they all went home

smiles on their faces

while I went back out

and let the devil in


always and forever

sounds great from afar

and impossible to unlove

I had time to kill

and you had a licence to thrill

leaving nothing to waste

you sure gave me a taste


a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams

is what I am

a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams

is what I have become


a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams

is what I am

a lonesome flower in a field of other peoples dreams

is what I have become


I still feel that I should have the last word

I am here forever

everyone else

is here on borrowed time


next time you see a lonesome flower

on an open field

that flower

may be me